Post by rainbow on Jun 22, 2007 19:11:23 GMT -5
Alright, this is an intro of mine...I don't know, I have three hours of math and I thought it up and just wanted to see if anyone wanted to try this? It's not fantasy...so I didn't put it on the magical boards...so yeah, if nothing else tell me what you think of it. Yes, I did sort of copy the plot from "Flowers for Algernon" but I'm twisting it. K Thanks, here it is:
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"You can't tell me what to do!"
"Want a bet? I can tell you what to do, and make you do it. Mom said, cuz you're stupid."
"I'm not stupid!"
"Mentally Retarded, Kelly, it's the same thing. You're twelve and you can't do addition."
The boy, only ten at the time, crossed his arms "I dunno why mom even kept you." he commented, the boy was fit, dark haired, dark eyes, and dark skinned.
Kelly looked at him "Ben, mom loves me!" she shouted, she had fair skin, fair blonde hair, and alsmost transparent eyes, she was skinny and looked frail to touch.
The scene faded in Kelly's mind as she awoke, and got out of bed. She'd gone through expiremnting in a lab for years to make her smort, but once she was smart she'd run away and moved here...far away from home. Her hair had darkened to a more dirty blonde, but her eyes were still that blue and she still looked frail.
Kelly was now seventeen, but had been "donated" to science when she was twelve, just days after that conversation with Ben. Her family completely refused contact with her, but she could care less. She had a horrible scar across her forehead, and she had it covered constantly with her bangs. They said it would fade. It hadn't.
"Kelly--dear, you have mail. From some place in New York." that would be her "mother" who found her, and drug her into this little aparmtent "Coming." she said. Sure, Kelly had the same brains and capacity as others...but emotionally? She was still...about five. She liked hugs, and hated getting close to anyone.
Her nails were painted pink, and she wore a blue nightgown, which she quickly switched out for blue jeans, and a red spaghetti strap, that had little jewels all over, in random places. She pulled on plain white socks, and put on her black and white converse. Kelly quickly drug a brush through her straight hair, and put on eyeliner.
Quickly, she walked into the kitchen, and grabbed the envelope "Uhm, I don't know people in New York." she said, opening it, and reading it. It was from one of the places that she'd been before the surgery. She rolled her eyes and threw it in the trash "I have to go to work, bye." she said, leaving quickly to go to work.
She worked at the grocery store, bagging and carrying gorceries out..just like any other junior student at Valley High, her new school. She got there early, and pulled her uniform shirt on over the tanktop, and went to see who was working the cash registers.
Kelly AnnaMarie Dreary, what a name to learn when until age sixteen you couldn't do addition. She decided to go do clean up work, instead. She really didn't talk to people that often, and when she did it was quick replies so everyone figured she was stuck up, but really...she was still emotionally a child.
She was walking and an elderly lady dropped a gallon of milk on the floor "I got it!" she assured the lady, going to get a mop.
{Yeah. It sucks....just tell me how BAD it sucks. Lol.}
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"You can't tell me what to do!"
"Want a bet? I can tell you what to do, and make you do it. Mom said, cuz you're stupid."
"I'm not stupid!"
"Mentally Retarded, Kelly, it's the same thing. You're twelve and you can't do addition."
The boy, only ten at the time, crossed his arms "I dunno why mom even kept you." he commented, the boy was fit, dark haired, dark eyes, and dark skinned.
Kelly looked at him "Ben, mom loves me!" she shouted, she had fair skin, fair blonde hair, and alsmost transparent eyes, she was skinny and looked frail to touch.
The scene faded in Kelly's mind as she awoke, and got out of bed. She'd gone through expiremnting in a lab for years to make her smort, but once she was smart she'd run away and moved here...far away from home. Her hair had darkened to a more dirty blonde, but her eyes were still that blue and she still looked frail.
Kelly was now seventeen, but had been "donated" to science when she was twelve, just days after that conversation with Ben. Her family completely refused contact with her, but she could care less. She had a horrible scar across her forehead, and she had it covered constantly with her bangs. They said it would fade. It hadn't.
"Kelly--dear, you have mail. From some place in New York." that would be her "mother" who found her, and drug her into this little aparmtent "Coming." she said. Sure, Kelly had the same brains and capacity as others...but emotionally? She was still...about five. She liked hugs, and hated getting close to anyone.
Her nails were painted pink, and she wore a blue nightgown, which she quickly switched out for blue jeans, and a red spaghetti strap, that had little jewels all over, in random places. She pulled on plain white socks, and put on her black and white converse. Kelly quickly drug a brush through her straight hair, and put on eyeliner.
Quickly, she walked into the kitchen, and grabbed the envelope "Uhm, I don't know people in New York." she said, opening it, and reading it. It was from one of the places that she'd been before the surgery. She rolled her eyes and threw it in the trash "I have to go to work, bye." she said, leaving quickly to go to work.
She worked at the grocery store, bagging and carrying gorceries out..just like any other junior student at Valley High, her new school. She got there early, and pulled her uniform shirt on over the tanktop, and went to see who was working the cash registers.
Kelly AnnaMarie Dreary, what a name to learn when until age sixteen you couldn't do addition. She decided to go do clean up work, instead. She really didn't talk to people that often, and when she did it was quick replies so everyone figured she was stuck up, but really...she was still emotionally a child.
She was walking and an elderly lady dropped a gallon of milk on the floor "I got it!" she assured the lady, going to get a mop.
{Yeah. It sucks....just tell me how BAD it sucks. Lol.}